by Q. B. Tyler
“Really? Oh, Charley, that would be lovely. I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. It’s been so long.”
“I know, a few weeks?” I know that isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things but it is for me and Matthew’s mother, as we usually had a weekly standing lunch date.
“Too long, I’ll see you then, Charley.”
“Right,” I whisper back as I wonder how the hell I was going to face her.
* * *
THE RIDE IS SILENT ALL the way to the new house. I don’t even turn the radio on, needing the silence as I try to wrap my brain around the last few hours. Between Matt and his mother, I’m drained. I’m skeptical about telling Will about Matt’s attitude, knowing that he doesn’t think very highly of him at the moment. I can just hear him now: This is precisely why I didn’t want you around him, Wells is so unstable!
I pull into the garage and I see Will standing in the entrance to the garage sporting a sexy smile. Grabbing my overnight bag out of the passenger seat, I sprint to the man I haven’t seen in person in seven long days. “Will,” I say dropping my bag to the floor and flinging myself into his arms. It isn’t long before my legs are wrapped around his waist and his lips find mine. Kissing me, possessing me, his tongue rediscovering every inch of my mouth with wild abandon. I don’t know how long we’re kissing against the wall of the cold garage, but after some time, he pulls away and sets me on my feet. I smile when I see my berry lip stain has smeared all over his mouth. My eyes glance down to his crotch, my lip sinking into my bottom lip, thinking about the same color all over his cock.
“Are you looking at my dick, Charlotte?” His voice low with traces of humor.
“Yes. It’s mine, isn’t it?” I take a step forward, pressing my freshly manicured index finger into his chest. “It’s mine to do with what I want?”
“Fuck,” he says barely audibly and I drop to my knees, hitting the cold cement in front of him. Ignoring the discomfort to my knees, I take his dick from out of his slacks and rub it along my lips, smearing my lipstick along his shaft.
Marking him, branding him. I want his dick to be stained this shade of fuchsia for as long as possible, reminding him where I’ve been and who this dick belongs to.
He groans clearly sensing the possessive feeling that has come over me. “Charlotte,” he says hoarsely, “put me in your mouth, baby.”
“Say please,” I say batting my lashes sweetly at him. I run my tongue from root to tip, still not wrapping my lips around him fully. He jolts forward attempting to get his member inside of my warm mouth but I move back. “Beg for it.”
“I think you’re forgetting how this works, Charlotte,” he growls. Yanking on my hair, he tilts my head up to stare into his hungry gaze. I know he would never hurt me, and I trust him to know what’s going too far, but right now I’m loving his dominant side. His other hand grabs his dick and guides it to my mouth running it along my lips. “Stick your tongue out,” he commands and I oblige. He rubs his dick against my tongue, his velvety member penetrating my mouth. “Wrap your lips around me, and it’s not a question. Do it now.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.” The words fly out of me faster than I can catch them, and I feel the blush paint my cheeks.
“Char-lotte.” His breathing is labored, his chest heaving up and down with what I assume to be excitement.
“I want your cock so far down my throat I can feel it in my pussy.” I bite my bottom lip for emphasis.
“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.” He takes a step closer, rubbing my lips with his cock. “Tap my leg if I need to stop.” He grits his teeth.
I shake my head in response. “I don’t want you to stop.” Tilting my head back, I open my mouth and his cock slides through my lips and down my throat. I swallow once, my teeth lightly grazing his shaft in the process and the roar that leaves him is almost animalistic.
“FUCK, Charley!” He looks down at me, and our eyes lock. I suddenly feel so exposed despite the fact that I’m not the one half naked. I shut my eyes, needing some sort of barrier between Will and me as the intensity of the moment overwhelms me.
“Open them. Let me see those eyes.” My eyes pop open obediently. “You are so fucking beautiful and your mouth…holy fuck.” My eyes begin to water, and his thumb gently wipes away the tears as he thrusts into my wanting mouth. I let him continue to control the speed, my mouth responding to his invasion. “You’re going to make me come, baby.” He thrusts again and again, his hands on each side of my head as he grits out his orgasm. My hands reach for his ass, sinking my nails into his skin to steady me. He jolts in response, the mild pain sending him over the edge.
“Christ, Charlotte,” he groans as he spills down my throat. I pull back, and suck him hard through his orgasm, his body shaking with the force of his climax. When I know he’s fully come down from the high, I slide my lips off him. Will lifts me into his strong arms and attacks my lips instantly.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he tells me between kisses. Each kiss is frantic but leaves me dizzy after each one. “Come, let’s get out of the garage.”
He pulls me through the living room, the sexual thoughts of what happened the last time we were here playing through my mind on a loop and heating my skin. We enter the den and there’s a blanket laid out in front of the fireplace with a bucket of champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, a few other foods, and two small boxes. My feet are glued to the spot, surveying the romantic scene in front of me. “Come,” he says taking my hand in his.
I move to sit between his legs on the blanket as he hands me a glass of champagne. I lean back against his chest and clink my glass with his. “Cheers to you, Charlotte Pierce,” he whispers in my ear. Turning my head, I capture his lips knowing that I need the taste of him far more than the bubbly beverage in my hand.
“This is all amazing,” I murmur, looking at the variety of other foods on the blanket. I turn around to face him just as he plucks a strawberry and moves it toward my mouth. I wrap my lips around the fruit not once breaking eye contact with him and moan in appreciation. The fruit is still in my mouth when his mouth crashes onto mine. “It tastes even better when it’s been in your mouth first.” I bite my bottom lip as I feel a slight wave of naïveté at this man’s overwhelming kinky streak. We play with our food for another twenty minutes or so, sharing kisses in between when he stops. “I have something for you.”
“Will…you didn’t have to get me anything, you already bought me beautiful flowers,” I whisper. “And besides, all I really want is you.” And it’s true. I had years of getting tangible items as gifts that collected dust in a room somewhere, and while I treasure the ring Will bought me, I don’t want him to feel that he needs to get into that habit.
He cocks his head to the side as if he doesn’t understand that he’s my greatest gift and holds a small box out for me. It’s bigger than any jewelry box I’ve ever seen so I wonder what it could be. It’s so beautifully wrapped, I don’t want to rip the paper. “This is beautiful, Will.” I finger the gold bow that’s wrapped around it. “Who wrapped this for you?” I giggle and he gives me a sheepish grin.
“I do have an advanced degree, Charlotte. I’ve seen it done enough times that I know how to fold some corners and cut and tape,” he jokes.
He wrapped this? He actually took the time to wrap a gift for me. The thought doesn’t just count. The thought is everything. I was always more than aware that Matt had his assistant wrap all my gifts. Half the time he didn’t even know what the gift was in the first place.
“Will.” I rub his jaw, letting my thumb skim his bottom lip. “I am…moved, beyond words. Thank you.”
He smiles a boyish smile and I swear I see his cheeks turn a little pink. I start to open it and when I peel the paper off I see it’s a plain brown box. I look at him curiously and when I open it I almost drop the item out of my hands. The tears fly out of my eyes in an instant when I pull the familiar snow globe out of the box, my hands shakin
g more violently with each passing moment. “You…you…how?” I ask quietly, as I see the familiar people that I believed were still tucked in my purse.
“I took them from your purse when you stayed with me. I actually thought you’d notice.”
I shake my head, trying to force the words to come out of my mouth but it’s no use. I spin the dial twice and I hear the same music that used to play, as the two spin around the globe. I cradle it to my chest as I move into his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him and squeeze him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I say through my tears. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
And I don’t think he does.
I set the globe down, so as not to break it again, and my hands find my eyes as I begin to sob. I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of reaction to a gift. I feel Will’s hands stroke my back and his lips dancing across my bare shoulder peppering gentle kisses as my sobs turn to hiccups then sniffles. I don’t know how long I’ve been crying when I feel his hand lift my chin. “Don’t look at me, I’m a mess,” I half cry, half giggle, as I wipe the tears from my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, “and I told you I would fix it,” he whispers.
I wonder if he even hears the irony in his statement.
I told you I would fix it.
The snow globe, me…everything. Maybe he’s not such a bad counselor after all. I smile at my attempt to be funny when he smiles back not understanding my inside joke.
“What?” he asks, his head cocked to the side.
I shake my head. “It’s just…you’ve fixed a lot more than just my snow globe,” I whisper.
He nods and I wipe my eyes for the final time, hoping I’ve cried enough for one day. I don’t even want to know what my face looks like. Mascara runs from my tears, and lipstick is smeared from the aggressive kissing, but he’s looking at me as if he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
“I want…I need you, everywhere,” I breathe out, knowing that Will’s possession of me is something that grounds me faster and more fully than anything.
I want him to understand how much I’m totally and completely his. Every part of me.
He groans his appreciation as his hands fist my flowy dress, bunching it up around my waist and then pulls it over my head, leaving me topless in his arms. “Let me see, baby. I haven’t touched your pussy in so long.” His lips find my breast, sucking the skin into his mouth as his fingers find their way into my panties. He strokes my sex, that is already saturated from the mere thought of him touching me. “Lie back,” he says and I lie on the blanket, after Will slides the food out of the way. I’m barely on my back when he yanks my underwear off me and the cool air hits my sex. “You waxed recently.” He eyes me hungrily.
My teeth find my bottom lip as I nod. “Two days ago,” I whisper. I feel him stroke my mound, and he nods in appreciation, his tongue darting out between his lips as he licks them lasciviously. He flips me effortlessly and pulls me to my hands and knees, spreading me, exposing me to him completely. I hear him pulling ice from the bucket and I shiver in anticipation.
I yelp when his hot tongue and an ice cube come against my clit. “Oh my God,” I moan, as I feel the sensation of warm and cold against me. My sex pulsates under his skilled mouth. “Will…” I groan. I hear him slurping against me, as the ice melts and I feel it dripping down my thighs. When the ice has melted completely, I feel his tongue between my cheeks that he has spread completely, and rims me as if I was his last meal. The taboo feelings of having him somewhere so intimate flood me, and I feel the arousal mixed with the moisture from the ice trickle down my thighs.
“You are mine, Charlotte. Every inch of you.” I hear the sound of his belt buckle and within seconds I feel his cock at my entrance. He slides in torturously slow allowing me to feel every ridge of his cock as he pushes himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I moan feeling his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust.
“Get there faster, goddammit,” he grits out and I move faster knowing he’s waiting for me. That I’m fucking a man that actually cares if I get off. That I’m making love to a man that loves the feeling of my cum running down his cock as much as he loves to watch it drip out of me. “I see your toes curling,” he groans and he’s right, they’re curled so tight, they might remain permanently that way. Not that I’d care. “You’re right there, Charley. Give it to me, baby, come for me.”
“FUCK!” I groan as my orgasm flies through me, my hands bunching the blanket below us as I feel him pick up the pace and then still inside of me and his cock releases his orgasm. Each following short pump rubs against my inner walls. He fits so snug inside of me, I feel each pulse. He wastes no time letting me come down when I feel him remove himself from me. I’m still on my knees, my body bent over, so I look between my legs and see his cock glistening with our arousals, his cum still dripping from the tip, his dick still hard. I hear the squirt of the lubricant and I see him fisting his dick between my legs. “You ready?”
“Yes, please.” I feel him rub it against my puckered opening before he pushes in slightly. I clench at first, my body not used to the intrusion.
“Relax, Charley. Remember? Deep breaths, baby.”
I nod remembering how good it felt once he was inside but how excruciating the first few thrusts can be. His hand finds my clit, his fingers ghosting over the bundle of nerves. “Will,” I moan. I want to tell him how good it feels but I don’t think the double stimulation will allow it.
I’m so focused on his fingers on my clit that I forget that he’s inching his way into my asshole, bit by bit. He’s been pushing in gently when his hips rest against my ass cheeks and his lips on my shoulder. “I’m in, baby,” he whispers. “Can I move?”
“Yes!” I cry out, a tremor moving through me as the delicious release begins to build in my core.
He starts to move in and out slowly, and soon I’m meeting him thrust for thrust as he moves faster. “Tell me the only person who’s been here. Tell me, baby.”
“Only you, Will,” I whine, when his hand leaves from between my legs to grip one cheek hard, his thrusts getting more aggressive as he chases his climax.
“Fuck, say it again, Charley. Say it.”
“Only you,” I whimper knowing he needs to hear it. “I’m yours. I’ve only been yours.”
“Charley.” He grunts out his release as he shoots his seed deep inside of me. A few moments later his lips drag down my back. “Fuck,” he whispers. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”
After our dirty romp in front of the fire, we go straight to the tub, where he washes me from head to toe, not forgetting any inch of my body. He makes me come twice with his fingers and his lips as he cleans me. Now we’re in a bed that he had ordered for our guest room, reminiscent of the first time we were in a bed. We lie on our guest room bed, the only piece of furniture in the room, having just made love again, my head resting on his chest, and I decide to bring up what I’ve been putting off.
“Will?”
“Mmmhmm?” he says rubbing his lips over my fingertips and my heart flutters at the simple gesture.
“So, you may not know this…but, I’m relatively close with my mother-in-law.”
“Is that so?” he asks. “I think you’ve mentioned that you care very deeply for her.”
I nod against his chest. “Yes, we’ve spent a lot of time together over the past eight years.”
“I see. And how does she feel about you and her son getting a divorce?”
“She’s not…taking it well. I hadn’t talked to her. I should have called her. But…I guess I just figured she hated me. I should have known that was not the case at all. Marian doesn’t have a hateful bone in her body.”
“But she’s Matthew’s mother.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means by every rule that ever existed in life, she’s going to take his side.”
“She ask
ed if we could work it out.” I feel him tense beneath me and I rub his chest. “I told her no, Will.” I feel him relax and I look up at him. “You couldn’t have thought differently.”
He shakes his head before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “No, but what is the point of telling me this.”
“Well, she asked if I would have lunch with her next week.”
“And you said?” His voice is already laced with irritation, so I know he won’t like my response.
“I told her yes.”
I swear I could hear a pin drop as the silence envelops us and Will moves from under me to on top of me and looks down at me. “My counselor hat is coming on.”
“Why?” I groan.
“Because you pissed me off, and I don’t want to be mad at you on your birthday.”
“Why are you pissed off?”
“Don’t push me, Charlotte.”
“I’m not, but it’s not like I’m having lunch with Matt. It’s his mother who is the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Mother of your soon-to-be ex-husband,” he says simply.
“So?”
“So, what reason could she possibly have to want to go to lunch with the woman that broke her son’s heart?”
“Marian understands.”
“Charley, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Well…I wasn’t asking your permission. She’s been like a second mother to me, and I completely understand that she won’t be a part of my life going forward, so I certainly owe her a proper goodbye.”
He eyes me warily before shaking his head. “I don’t like this, Charlotte.”
I reach up and rub my nose against his. “Do you want my ass again?” I ask playing into his caveman urges.
“No, Charlotte. I don’t,” he growls as he pulls out of my arms and gets out of bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, feeling a chill in the room that wasn’t there a minute ago.
He stands in the doorway. “I can’t think when you’re rubbing up against me like that.”